Monster's Pet
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Not a raccoon
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 15:30:01 +0000 UTCPatreon Commission for Anna
Vampire x fem!reader || (kinda) predator/prey, groping, feral sex (?) || tw: blood
When your boyfriend is hungry, you can’t exactly take him out for dinner, but you can offer yourself like a delicacy. But the first time it happened, both of you were caught off guard.
You were laying around comfortably in your house when you heard weird noises outside. It sounded like another raccoon had gotten into your trash can. You were already reaching for your broom to scare them away, a frown settled in your face as you walked outside. You thought they were really cute, but you weren’t exactly happy to have a big ball of fluff try bite you when you threw your trash in the morning.
But when you went outside, what you found wasn’t some cute (but dangerous) raccoons, but a man dressed all in black with his back to you, staring into your window. The smart move should have been to call the police, but you were an angry woman at that moment, and what you wanted was to teach him a lesson.
So you hit him with the broom.
Repeatedly.
While you cursed at him and told him all the ugly names you could think of. Anger fueled you to the point of not realizing who he was.
“Ouch!” The black figure screamed, flapping his arms over his head trying to avoid the next hit of the broom. “It’s me! It’s me! Stop!” And then the realization hit you. Your boyfriend. Your stupid vampire boyfriend.
“Were you trying to scare me to death? Why the fuck were you lurking in my backyard?!” You asked, angrily, putting down the broom as you looked at him like he was insane. Maybe he was. Because it made no sense that he was stalking you through your window on a normal fucking day when he could just knock and get in.
You were panting a little, your heartbeat going crazy in your chest as his eyes unfocused, his nostrils flaring. He looked paler than normal, his skin a big sweaty as he bit his lower lip with his fangs, the broom and your annoyance completely forgotten as his eyes zeroed on the pulse point in your neck.
“Why didn’t you just go inside?” You asked, anger giving up and confusion taking its place. He didn’t answer, his eyes still fixated on your neck. “Hey! Are you okay?” You reached for him and touched his arm.
The movement was so fast you barely saw him moving before he had your back pressed against the house and his nose was sniffing up and down your neck, his tongue following the path and making your knees go weak. Fuck.
“What are you… Ngh.” Your words died when his fangs touched your jugular, making you let out a broken moan. “We are in the open, we can’t… Ugh stop, I can’t think with your fangs in my neck,” you told him, pushing his forehead back with a soft thud. He let you move him, always polite, but his eyes were red, his pupils completely blown in his monster color. “What’s the matter with you, dude? I’ve never seen you like this.” He whined.
“You- I-” It was hard for him to talk when his fangs were fully out, shining in the dim moonlight as you stared at him. “Blood. Thirsty,” was the only thing he could let out before a soft cry left his mouth, bending down in pain.
And then you realized his hands were bloody, and he was holding his side with one hand. Your eyes weren’t as adapted to darkness as his, but you could see the wound clearly, and it didn’t look pretty. “What happened? Fuck!” You cursed out loud. He was losing blood. He was hurt. Badly. “Shit. Shit. Come inside. You… You need blood. Fuck. Come on, come on,” you grabbed his free hand and dragged him inside.
Under the lights of your house, it looked a lot worse, a gaping wound on his side and blood trickling down his clothes. Fuck, that looked bad, and you had so many questions. But he was gaping at you, his eyes never leaving your pulse point, and you knew questions could wait.
“Come on, come on, feed so you don’t bleed out on my doorstep,” you urged.
You grabbed him by his long hair, pulling him against your neck and letting out a long moan when his fangs instantly sank into your artery. You could smell the blood in his hands, and weirdly enough it wasn’t turning you down, it was lowkey… hot. He feed greedily, moaning and grabbing at your hips, pulling you to him and groaning as he desperately drank from you.
As he drank long pulls from you, you could feel every inch of your skin touching his, his hands traveling down your body, groping and squeezing your soft body as he ground his hips against yours. He was hard. As hard as a rock, and your pussy was responding to him being so close and personal with you.
The aphrodisiac in his fangs was driving you crazy, if normally it made you light-headed, when he was this hungry it was a thousand times better. It was liquid fire in your veins as your pussy tingled and clenched over nothing, making you desperate and needy. You lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip, trying to get his dick as close as possible.
“I need- I need you,” you grunted, rolling your hips against his hard on. He grunted, not leaving your neck but slowing his sucking.
It only made it more intense, each pull of his fangs making you groan brokenly. You felt the tear on your clothes and the warm breeze hitting your dripping center at the same moment you felt his fingers tease your entrance. Always so careful, always so attentive, probing your opening with two fingers, pushing them in and out of you until you were panting once again, your heartbeat providing more blood to his greedy mouth.
“You taste so sweet when you are this wet,” he mumbled against your skin, a trail of blood running down your neck, rapidly cleaned by his hot tongue as he sucked on the punctures once again.
His fangs went in at the same time as he added another finger, his thumb rubbing over your clit until your brain was short-circuiting and your body was trembling with an orgasm. You screamed his name, your hands frantically pulling at his hair as you rode his fingers with the same desperation he had for your blood.
He didn’t stop, sucking more intensely and taking out his cock with his free hand, the one that wasn’t supporting your weight. His dick hit your mound, leaving a big wet droplet of precum as he grabbed your ass forcefully, urging you up until your legs were around his middle and your back was hitting the wall. You heard something fall, probably the pretty painting he gifted you and helped you hang on the wall, but you didn’t care. His dick was entering you, and you were reaching fucking heaven.
There was no finesse, there was no carefulness in his pace. He went for the win and started fucking you like a madman, his bites getting hungrier, his sucking getting desperate. It was feral in the best way possible and you were reaching another orgasm before you could scream his name.
But he continued, he kept fucking and drinking from you, his thrusting sending your back against the wall over and over, you were sure there would be an indent with your shape by the time you two were doing and you had no energy to care. You could only chant his name and encouragements as he bent your neck further to the side, biting again, probably creating the biggest hickey known to humankind.
You were being devoured and pounded like his life depended on it, and it lowkey did. And you craved it, you craved being his substance, you craved having him so desperate he kept fucking you like a madman, feral and intense as he hit every nerve ending in your body until you were putty in his hands and he was sending you over the edge once again.
You screamed, your voice hoarse as he growled licking the punctures on your neck and pulling away to scream your name as a plea, his dick twitching inside of you as he went over the edge, too. His body lost all strength when you felt the first shot of his come inside of you, his knees giving out and dragging you down with him. You were still trembling with aftershocks as he hit the ground, you on top of him.
You burst out giggling as he smiled down at you, his pupils blown wide with arousal and his fangs glistening under the fluorescent lights. He looked wild, feral… And you dug it.
“Fuck, that was…” He sighed happily, his mouth stained with your blood when he leaned down to peck at your lips. “Wow,” he finished, his eyes glassy with pleasure still.
“Wow,” you repeated, not coherent enough to process any other words. You pushed up, examining his side. “Is your wound okay?” He nodded, his smile softer this time. “Good,” you said as you grabbed his half erect dick and sat on it. “Now I fuck you ferally,” you warned before you started bouncing as he screamed your name, head thrown back and looking completely destroyed, just as you liked him.
